A little scoff left Chu-e at the 'baby daddy' comment. "Aw, come on. No one said anything about baby butter, Alfric. Maybe I just want someone to treat me right. You don't have to be loyal." He did give a cursory glance around her place. It was tidy and nice. But he was more focused on the Leafeon who crowded him.

"I just have that magic touch." Whichever one happened to be closest, he leaned down and gave a few pats on the head. "They can see I would be a fantastic baby daddy. Would even pay child support on time and everything." He stuck his tongue out at her before he went to flop in one of her chairs, getting all nice and comfy.

"When I get all settled in at Mossadeep I'll need to invite you over. I'm kind of a shitty cook but I can make a mean bibimbap." He patted his lap for whichever of the Leafeon to hop up so he could hold them and give them some affection.

"Oh, they're going to be babies by the time I'm done with them." The ones who managed to get into his lap were given pats and chin scratches. They weren't as fluffy as the Flareon he had used to own but they were still just as cute. He almost fumbled with the remote but managed to catch it. He examined the buttons before flipping it on and channel surfing. "Ew, they play that gross cooking show with those Alolan bitches here." Everything they made always looked like a foot.

The news was quickly found, some fluff piece about a Igglybuff and a record breaking bake sale event in Slateport. Chu-e huffed a small laugh before putting the remote down.

At the mention of his husband, Chu-e frowned some. "Yeah, Arthur. Arthur Wright. I've spoken to a few people who don't really have any real leads... I checked some more domestic stuff when I had the time, too. Our house, bank account, stuff like that; was all moved to solely be in my name about a year ago. Between that and my pension I guess I don't have to worry about being homeless or strapped for cash, but damn if it's not frustrating."

He rubbed his face and leaned back in the chair. "The last transaction from the account was, like, groceries. And that was the day before the switch over happened! It tells me nothing... His phone line is dead. I tried to contact his family and they didn't like me anyway and just told me to fuck off."

"At this point, I just want to know what happened."

"No, not really." Taking out his phone, Chu-e unlocked it and fiddled with it before sliding it her way. Too much work to get up. "I have a few texts from not long after I went missing, then it all dried up." Said texts were displayed for her, the ramblings of a man pleading for his lover to return. The most recent message before any of that was a picture of a handsome white haired man posing with a very grumpy looking Skitty and a request to pick up more milk from the store on his way home. If, for some reason, Cait decided to look at anything else on his phone she wouldn't find much. Just some pictures of Chu-e's own pokemon and a mildly startling addiction to 'match 3' games.

"About a year. We danced around each other forever before that." A wistful sigh. "You know, that first day you were right. He was Rocket. I am fully away I have very shitty taste in men, too. He was like, uuuuh...." A pause as he tried to figure out how to word what he was saying. "... 'Old Money' Rocket? Like, his grandparents and parents had Rocket ties, and he was expected to have them too kind of deal. That," He huffs out a quick laugh. "might be why his parents don't like me. I ratted them out." He smiles and it's sharp. It was clear he didn't regret doing that.

"I kind of came to the same conclusion... but it just sucks. Like, you're a tree goddess or something and you've got a nice position. Being a Beast I had to act a certain way. Do certain things. And everyone either was afraid of me or wanted to use me. I guess I just gave my heart away to the first person willing to treat me like a person and then it bit me in the ass in the end."

Ah, this was a pretty dour conversation. The shit Cait had gave him was making him wavy and he didn't wanna have such negative shit ruining it.

"Okay, topic change. Tell me about your man, Cait. I'll even go full 'Queer Eye Mode' for you."

Oh, if only Cait knew. After a certain point in your life, insane spy shit going on or not, you just wanna settle down and keep a nice home and curl up. Before his attempted murder, Chu-e had been on his way to having just that. To think, an alternate world out there could have existed where Chu-e was pudgy and baked cookies for the local sports team and was chasing a toddler around like his brother did...

Another time, another time.

"Oh, okay. I see now. His dick was good." He snorted lightly. "I'll keep it on the down-low, though. You might need to start calling me 'Ki' instead of 'Choi' around people, though."

Ah, but nicer things.

"I guess the question would be, do you think he would be a good dad? Like, he might be willing to provide the baby gravy, but how can he handle the full turkey?" Another smile creeped onto his face. "He won't get jealous If i keep pestering you, will he? I mean, you're pretty and all but not really my type."

"If he's so handsome, got dick game, and the good hair... does he have a brother? I guess I'm back on the market." Sighing, he plucked his wedding ring off and tucked into his pocket. He wouldn't throw it out or anything, and there would be a lot of bad feelings when he got back home to sort through, but if Arthur really had just fucked off there wasn't a point in waiting...

"That's fair." He wondered if it was really that easy. Then again, he had never really thought he was the type to ever have any small children running around. That put a damper on any of his own thoughts about it. Maybe it would be nice. There wasn't any chance in hell of him knocking someone up but maybe down the line adoption could be an option. Plenty of kids who needed homes in the current status of the world.

"I guess... Don't tell him I'm gay. I live for stupid drama like that." Even if Cait seemed okay with it, that mentality was kind of worrying. If nothing came of it, nothing came of it and Chu-e was worrying for nothing. If it did and Cait started to 'walk into doors' or have to 'ask permission' to do stuff, he couldn't promise this Senon guy wouldn't mysteriously vanish. So far he found himself enjoying Cait's company. If they stopped talking, he would rather be it her choice than because someone made her stop.

He did snort some at the idea of the guy ripping his head off. Not that Senon couldn't, just look at the state Chu-e was in, but the whole thought was funny to him. "I don't know if I would get a lot of hits on my profile. Most guys don't tend to go for the 'probably diseased' look."

Ah, well. Maybe he would eventually find some handsome guy he could boss around through sheer luck. There were plenty out here. Probably.

Another small chuckle escaped him. Cait was pretty good at getting him to smile. "I know I'm a twink now, come on. Don't rub salt in the wounds." His expression said he was anything but insulted as he said it. "I never had a chance to just casually date before... you know, fuck it, you're right. Mr. Right won't fall out of the sky." Taking his phone back from where it had been sat, he opened his app store to start the download process. "I hope a guy with tits bigger than my head is into sickly bitches."

Chu-e wasn't going to immediately turn into a different person, but this conversation with Cait had opened his mind to certain possibilities. He wasn't a Beast anymore. He wasn't on some long-con secret agent bullshit mission. He wasn't a fucked up teenager who ran away from home. He was just himself now and there wasn't any point to hold himself back from just living. He had his own steps to overcome and things to deal with, sure, but that didn't mean he had to sit on his front porch in a rocking chair and let life pass him by. He was only twenty six!

Chu-e did give a last pat the Leafeon who had been sitting on him before Cait chased then off. It was for the best. Pokemon could usually smell a sucker and it would have ended up with half his plate down their necks. Which would have been a damned shame given how good the food was already smelling.

"That's good sense. Nothing like trying to get frisky and two Arcanine jumping on the bed." He snorted some at the Gengar being mentioned. "He does that enough and it might make him stop. Or do it more if he's into it." Which made him wrinkle his nose some at the thought. This is why he didn't keep many of his own ghost types. You never know what shenanigans they got into.